Cost of living… a decent life

It’s been a week holiday for me.

Rarely do I have such a long vacation.

I did some shopping and some traveling, and realized, god, it’s so expensive to live a decent life as a woman in Taiwan.

So, to start off with. I purchased some skincare products since it was the discount season of the year and I was running out of them. I bought 3 items, a face mask, an essence and a toner, which amounts to 4500 NTD, and then I came across the bookstore, where I bought four books, which adds up to 2500 NTD, and that makes it 7000 NTD already.

Then i went to Yilan, the 2 nights fee were 1200 NTD, with some souvenirs, food… that is 2500 NTD in total.

Today, I went to buy a new pillow since the one i brought back from Sweden and have used for 5 years is broken, it cost me 700 NTD along with the pillow case to fit the size. Finally, my bras were all old and unfit somehow, and were mostly gift from my aunt, mother, or otherwise of cheap price from H&M, so i wanted to get I better one, since I need to wear it everyday, and the heat of summer is killing me. So the high end one from Calvin Klein cost almost 3000 NTD, luckily I got some discount, but still not cheap. i bought two.

Just over a holiday without anything really luxurious, all kind of to sustain a better living had cost me half of my monthly salary. I looked down upon my broken running shoes that i ‘ve worn for 5 years now… When will I ever get a new one…

The living cost is same as Japan or Europe but the salary is NOT!!

Life is hard!



That wave comes fast and furious

I have noticed whenever I watched a movie with the background of either the UK or Sweden, I can’t help but think why am I still here?

It was Kingsman this time.

Soaking in all the elements of the movie makes me wander back into the culture , into their thoughts, and into my deep self. It’s what i have been searching for, searching for, searching for… ever since coming back. Like the salmon, trying to find it’s way back up stream, struggling and struggling, while other fish could jump or fly, I still struggle in the middle of nowhere. Not knowing if I’ll ever make it.

Sometimes, I just feel helpless, hopeless, and isolated, on this lonely pathway, feeling I’ve stepped onto others’ territory. Denied and lonely. I will never be able to conquer that mountain. Sometimes, I just want to close my eyes and wake up where I want to be, easy as that. But never. It seems to take forever, year by year.

Then I hear the ringing of that song, the song that symboled strength and the song that always gave me power, and driven my attention from the tons of frustration onto my goals. I must look forward. A depressing mind won’t help me go faster. I have some concrete goals to achieve, I have a future to live, I have my path to follow, no matter what it takes. What do I need what do I need……? And I look at my hands, I listen to my mind, I count the path… what are the odds? How much better can I make the odds in my favor? How I wish the following year could pass by faster. Because just one more year, just one more year and the real challenges will start. It’s not the end, and it’s not even the beginning…… I’m getting there.

Giving up

I used to be someone who gives up easily on things that are difficult, for whatever reasons, but the more I know about what I want and what I deserve to own and intentionally striving for what I want to become, giving up has become one of the hardest thing ever, and sometimes I go beyond what I am capable of handling, the pressure, the hardships, the mental toughness. I would keep on going no matter what.

Giving up has become the hardest thing ever, because I’m not there yet, yet I know I will.

A mother without empathy



Ever since my mom came back from the US, I feel she’s becoming more harsh, and less empathy towards what I am going through. Maybe she thinks I’m old enough and I shouldn’t run to her for everything or I shouldn’t put the pressure and hard work I am dealing with on her…

I don’t know.

It really hurts my feelings and I feel I will reveal less and less to her.

I know I can be harsh too when I say I don’t feel loved, you and dad loves brother more,… but sometimes that’s really how I feel, and she would just say, stop it. Or when I said I wanted to see the doctor today about my ear, she said, “well go see a mental doctor too….”. Well, thanks.

Doesn’t she see I need some empathy, I need some love, I need help?

Sometimes it’s really frustrating.

As a teen, I have grown up hearing her bashing on dad’s mean actions towards her. Hearing those things as a child is really painful, yet she goes on and on.

I somehow understood that she needs an audience so I listen and I give her suggestions. But sometimes when it’s too much, I tell her please stop, and she goes mad at me too. Without acknowledging I am the only one who listens to her every single day(sometimes as frequent), not brother, not grandparents, and for sure not dad, , sometimes aunt, but most of the time, just me. Because I see her needs, I see her frustration.

Even when she was in the US, I acted as a bridge to communicate with dad, and communicated with her, and how dad thinks about certain things that she couldn’t understand, I explained to her every bit of detail. Because I could empathy dad, and dad is less emotionally controllable, and mom couldn’t see all this. So I did the hard work, oh I tried so hard. And their relationships have become better. But when mom talks ill about dad in front of me, I don’t just feed her my thoughts and force her to suck it up, I would tell her why I understand she can’t get it. And it takes time. But now she is just so hard on me, and I don’t even know why she hates me like that. Has she forgotten when she was weak how it felt like? Yes, I get impatient sometimes when she keeps on telling me the same thing over and over again, and I do let her know I can’t deal with it, which I think is reasonable, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t care for her hardships.

I don’t think she cares about me enough about my feelings.

I can almost always predict a negative feedback whenever I want to talk to her.

When one morning I was trying to chat about something, I said, “you know the other day….” and then I stopped and said “Well, but it’s a bit gossiping.” She said immediately, “well then don’t say it, I hate hearing gossips.” While I have been dealing with her gossip for the fucking past ten years of my fucking life. So I decided I would say nothing anymore, if that’s what she wants.

For the past two months, I have been working almost till midnight for almost 1/2 of the time, and come home late, she said nothing. Yes, I do sometimes stupidly want to hear “take a rest” or “don’t come home too late.”… I guess I am expecting too much for being cared, and I should deal with my problems, my hardships myself unless I want to be hurt even more.

Somehow I feel she’s the center of the universe, only her life matters, others should deal with their own life themselves, others should deal with their own hardships. She only wants the bright story from everyone else and not the darker side when one needs help. And when I tell her that I feel she’s sometimes kind of self-centered sometimes, she gets angry without even giving it a second thought.

When someone says something, it should be taken seriously. But my own mom takes it without empathy.

Damn it.

I hope I had no family sometimes, why is having a family so difficult. I tried so hard to make everyone feel better while not being cared for myself. I come from a selfish family. And although I don’t need to worry about money, living a good life, there’s an emptiness, a hole there that will never be filled.

(But my brother’s been quite sweet recently.)

Thanks to my friends who helped me survive the tough times.

It is always the closest people who hurt you the most. We don’t get to choose our family, but we can learn and avoid the mistakes once done to us.









by the way, if she saw this, I predict she would be angry and upset and come to me perhaps bashing on me, feeling upset about me and that’s all her feelings, not caring what I wish to hear, what I need in any way, which is mal-communication again. So like I said, it doesn’t work if I wanted to communicate, she’ll just think it’s my problem. So, don’t be a fool and just remain quiet with my own problems, only I can save myself.

Being the good guy is no use.

So let’s just be mean and hurt each other.






那天有個新聞,北一女15歲跳樓,可能因為太聽話了,媽媽就說幸好瑋廉夠堅定、聲音夠大,能夠讓他們聽到不同的聲音,才不會跳樓。我心裡就想,馬的,那聽話的人就活該受罪嗎?因為我就是那個存活的聽話女孩,卻常常活在痛苦之中。父母真的不好當啊,一方面給我龐大的壓力,我媽總是說一定要學程式,一定要bla bla bla,一方面又教導我要堅強,真是要讓人人格分裂了。



Yes, I have a very dark side in me, ever wondered why?

A smooth life is not a life to live.










只是包上了一層老師對學生的角色因而變得合理的一席屁話 (對不起我很mean)

也許你們有你們的專業(?) 但是人生的建議還是不要亂給好嗎…..



火力有點猛,只是覺得don’t like those up there with no wisdom.













多好 :)


Thank you my dear family and friends, for all the love and support,

I couldn’t have survived and gone this far without you,

And feel honored to grow, learn and age with you.


Hello, the 26 me.

Let’s do this, let’s slowly sail to the pathway, and harvest.


Eternity journey

From time to time I come by and review myself, informally and spontaneously.

I have come to realize some of my limitations, some I thought I would’ve been able to overcome. Despite I still believe I can overcome them given the time and effort. But now another question is, is it worth it? Or, more precisely, do I want to?

Each new encounter of thinking and making sense of the mind and brain and physiology is eye-opening, and even mind-blowing sometimes. But be careful not to miss out the big question, what you want to know, what you want to achieve with them, are they tools or are they the content, the core of your interest itself.

This morning I learned about biofeedback, it’s very cool to measure stuff like your heart rate, your breath and your skin conductance, skin temperature. But what can I do with them? What can they tell me about the mind?… Just a reminder, this is such a sloppy piece…


The more you know and the more clearly you think the worse you  feel about everything.

One once thought thinking clear, knowing more was a way to freedom, to set the mind free. But I have just witnessed so many clear minds who feel sad about the the truth they found out, sad about their own work even if others admire them, which are admiring from the outside. Truly, by only seeing things from the outside, the blurriness makes everything beautiful. But the fact that you become more unhappy with what you have put so much effort in is so unfortunate however….. You dreamed of one thing and came out with something you never thought of, and realized how unpleasant it felt.

I had walked this way, I have felt this way, and it become so vivid to me especially among the academic community. I don’t know where everything went so wrong, however. The truth is always ugly I guess. But seeing so many great people with dissatisfied life is not a good thing…..

But then, if you could stay ignorant and be happy, is that a better choice?

I don’t know.

Turning to late 20s

I think I will never age mentally, when I look into the mirror, it’s still that dreamy girl I see, still with hope in her eyes no matter how hard it gets.

Still the girl who likes to make up stories in her mind, recently working on the dragging behind while climbing one. Still the girl who goes crazy in a run when the dopamine rushes through along with the music notes.

I am still working working working hard towards my goal.